Dragon-Reversing Art

Di Xin swept his gaze over the feudal lords and Ji Fa, bearing incomparable confidence, his words carrying a trace of contempt.

The moment he said this, even the air here fell silent.

Fear showed on many of the feudal lords' faces. They had truly been scared witless by that saber strike just now.

For this alliance meeting, the ones leading it were Xiqi, South E, and the feudal lords of the six provinces. These eight powers were also the strongest among the feudal lords, and half of the two million troops here belonged to them.

But now, South Earl E Shun had been killed by Di Xin with a single saber strike...

The feudal lords' gazes fell on the remaining Ji Fa, as well as several of the great feudal lords.

Then Di Xin's gaze turned cold as he swept his eyes over the feudal lords. "And the same goes for all of you. Those who lay down their weapons and surrender, This Lonely King will spare from death. Otherwise, kill without mercy!"

The words "kill without mercy" carried endless killing intent and tyranny, incomparably forceful, and they made the feudal lords' hearts suddenly turn cold.

"Tyrant!"

Suddenly, a fierce shout rang out.

A Cloud-Mist Beast wreathed in clouds and mist carried a strange man with hands growing from his eyes and eyes growing from his hands charging out before the formation. He held a long spear flickering with crackling purple lightning, and as the spear thrust out like a dragon, he stabbed it toward Di Xin.

Seeing such a bizarre-looking strange man, Di Xin also froze slightly. In that instant, the Cloud-Mist Beast had already arrived before him, and the strange man's lightning-flashing spear came straight at his face.

Clang!

With a swing of his treasured saber, a